Date: Thu, 7 Dec 2023 06:47:26 -0500
From: The Eagle <forbiddenwritings@gmail.com>
Subject: The Secrets We Keep - Gay, Incest

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THE SECRETS WE KEEP

It had been a horrible day at work. The kind of day that you couldn't
wait to forget. The best way I knew how to do that was with a workout at
my gym. I absent mindedly drove there without thinking too much about it.
My brain was still circling around the clients I had seen earlier, and
almost every one of those meetings had created more problems for me than
they had fixed.

I grabbed my gym bag out of the back seat of my truck and made my way
inside.

"Geoff! How's it going man?" I heard the young man at the front desk
greet me. My gym is an all-male establishment. The owners had opened this
place about seven years ago and I was one of the first people to follow
them from our previous gym where we'd worked out together often.

Now they employed only guys, and of course the best looking guys. Not
that I minded that at all.

The owners were a married gay couple, Andrew and Kyle. They opened this
place because there wasn't another safe place in town for many gay men
to work out. We all knew what that really meant, and the owners knew
exactly what happened in their locker room, often joining in themselves.

"Hey Trace." I greeted the young man. "Been a hell of a day."

"Well, Iron Therapy is always the best answer." The kid said. Yeah,
kid. He was barely nineteen years old. Andrew and Kyle sure knew what
they were doing when they staffed the place.

I smiled at Trace and made my way to the locker room to get changed. When
the owners had purchased the place, with some investment help from me and
two other founding partners, they had converted the two separate male and
female locker rooms into one huge male-only locker room.

It was really more of a lounge and locker room area. There was a spacious
area with TVs and couches on one side. It had a full coffee bar and some
other refreshments and protein drinks. On the other side of the room was
the shower area. It ran the entire length of the wall and was divided
from the rest of the room by a half wall far enough away to make sure all
of the water stayed contained.

Around the corner were a few private shower stalls with curtains in case
anyone wanted more privacy.

The area to the left of the showers was the steam room and the sauna.
Both had been remodeled to expand their capacity. Often times men would
use those for showing off, masturbating, and getting blowjobs from other
members. In the corner of that wall was a massage studio where a real
massage therapist would take clients by appointment only.

I'd been lucky enough to get regular massages from Chip. He gave
completely legit massages -- unless you wanted the extras. Sometimes a
man just needs to be rubbed and swallowed.

In the center of the room was the expanse of rows and rows of lockers. I
went and found a locker in the same general area that I always use. A few
of the regulars were there and we exchanged greetings, but I didn't talk
much. I didn't want my bad mood to wear off on others enjoying
themselves. I'd go work out and get this funk out of my system before
trying to be social.

After I changed I was heading up to the main floor. Down one of the rows
of lockers Jason was standing there completely naked.

"Hey, Geoff!" He greeted me. That's really what got my attention, but
it wasn't what kept it. Jason and I had been friends since high school.
We had served two tours in the Marines together and then both came back
home to get married and have kids.

His marriage was still going strong, but mine had ended in flames. But
that's a different story.

What held my attention now was the way he was thrusting his fat cock into
the young guys mouth sitting on the bench in front of him.

Fuck. A blowjob would definitely help out!

"Jason, seems you got here early." I laughed walking over and feeling
my hand grab my hardening cock. I might be forty five years old, but my
dick still got hard as quick as it did when I was a teenager.

"Mmmm, fuck." He moaned as I stood beside him and thrust into the
younger guys mouth deeper. "Yeah, Brittany and the kids are waiting at
home, but I needed to get off."

"So I see." I smiled and rubbed his chest. That fucking sexy chest I'd
loved for so long. We had been messing around since those high school
days, and we'd both grown into thick daddy bears. He was such a fucking
stud.

His hand went to my pouch and squeezed my dick. "Fuck, you need it too.
Whip it out here."

I pulled my dick out and the guy moved from Jason over to me. The warm
velvet of his mouth was fucking heaven. I threw my head back against the
lockers and sighed. "Fuck!"

It wasn't unusual to find blowjobs going on throughout the locker room.
One of my favorite things about this place, the open and sexually
positive atmosphere.

"I know, he's good." Jason said and then pulled my face to his and
kissed me. Jason was many things, but all of that paled in comparison to
his kissing abilities. He'd always known how to make my toes curl.

My hand came up to his head to hold him in place as I thrust my tongue
into his mouth. He moaned and suckled on it as his friend went further
down my dick. I am not huge, but I've been known to be able to choke a
guy or two if I'm not careful.

Jason's hand pushed my shorts further down and I felt his strong grip on
my round ass. I knew what he wanted.

"Fuck I wish I had time for this." He said into our kiss and then
fucked my mouth with his tongue.

The young guy in front of me took me to the hilt and I saw stars.
"FUCK!"

The pent up frustration from the day was working its way out of me and
down this guy's throat. Jason broke the kiss and looked down. I grabbed
the guys head with both of my hands and started fucking his face.

I started a slower pace, but a full length. When he reached up and
grabbed my ass cheeks pulling me even deeper and faster I knew he could
handle it.

"Great cock sucker you found here, buddy." I groaned looking over at my
studly bear friend. He was fisting his own meat watching me fuck the
guy's face.

"Give it to him babe." He spoke in his deep voice and that always
tightened my balls. He leaned in and kissed me again as I felt the first
shot empty into the throat belonging to a guy who I hadn't even learned
his name.

Fuck, I love the slutty atmosphere of this place. Jason's finger found
my hole and lightly rubbed against it as I shot two more big ropes into
the nameless throat.

I moaned into our kiss and the younger guy played with my balls giving
them a final tug to make sure he got all the juice out of them.

Jason shot off right there too. The guy left my dick dripping in his spit
and grabbed Jason's fat one. He took it in his mouth eager to not waste
any more cum from him.

"God damn, kid!" He roared throwing his own head back. I lowered my
head to his nipple and sucked on it knowing how much he loved that.

He groaned loudly and thrust into the guys face harder. He moaned
swallowing Jason's load. I understood his feeling having swallowed
gallons of his cum in my own lifetime.

"Jesus Christ. That's what I needed!" I finally said taking one of
their towels and wiping all the drool and cum off my dick before pulling
my shorts back up.

"Fuck, me too." Jason said looking down at his friend.

"Thanks, Daddies." The younger guy grinned and stood up before walking
off to no doubt find some other loads.

"Who is he?" I asked.

"No idea. First time I've met him." Jason laughed and turned to his
locker before throwing on some clothes. "You and Sean want to come over
for dinner tonight?"

"Maybe another night. I'm going to go get a workout in, and I have no
idea what time Sean will be home." I smacked Jason on the ass and
squeezed it a bit.

"You better stop that or I'll bend you over this bench right now and
forget all of my responsibilities."

It was a tempting offer, but I knew Brittany could make his life hell.
Happy wife, happy life bullshit.

"I'm going to try and workout, but I'm pretty drained." I laughed and
waved before making my way upstairs.

I texted Sean on the way up to let him know I was getting a workout in.
My son had his own life and friends, but he was respectful to tell me
when he was going out. The least I could do was show the same courtesy.

An hour later I had completed a fairly decent workout. I got to eye up a
lot of hot guys which always helps the testosterone. I even got an offer
of another blowjob when I had hit the showers. Unfortunately I'm not as
good as I once was.

I made my way home having forgotten the shit show of the day prior to the
gym.

"Sean?" I called out walking into the house. The place was pretty
quiet. He was probably up in his room working on homework. If not there
then he might not be home yet.

Sometimes after school he will go to the school gymnasium and work out.
He's actually developed quite a bit over the past year or so. Going to
be a real stud someday.

I know what you're thinking, but I can't take Sean to my gym downtown.
It has a strict eighteen and up age limit policy. Obviously, given the
relaxed state of the locker room.

I mean, I remember getting into a lot of fun before eighteen, especially
with Jason. Fuck, just the thought of my studly married friend had me
chubbing up again. Maybe I shouldn't have turned down that second
blowjob.

Given that Sean is only fifteen, it will be at least three years before
he is even allowed into the place. I don't know if I even want him there
then knowing what all happens.

I am not a prude, but I just don't know how well he would react to
knowing his old man is still sexually active. Let alone a nasty kinky
bastard at times.

I walked upstairs to Sean's bedroom and knocked lightly on the door.

"Um...just a minute!" He called through the door. I tried the handle and
it was locked. "I said just a minute!"

We didn't keep doors locked in this house. After his mom left we had
become pretty open with each other about things. I didn't hide the fact
that I enjoyed the company of men and women, but honestly after such a
horrible divorce I swore off women, at least for a while.

"Sean, are you okay?"

"Just a minute!" He repeated and I heard some shuffling.

"Open this door!" I demanded. "We do not lock doors in this house,
Sean!"

"Fine!" He yelled opening the door, but only enough to poke his head
through. "What?"

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry." He said and closed his eyes taking a deep breath. "I'm just
trying to change clothes."

"That's no reason for you to have that attitude or lock this door." I
pushed against the door, but he held it in place. Our eyes locked again.
"What are you doing? Let me in."

"Like I said, I'm trying to get changed. I'll be down in a minute."

"Open. The. Door." I was really getting angry, and that never happened
with Sean. We were more friendly than enemies even in his teenage years
here. Normally I respect his privacy and he respects mine, but he was
acting very strange.

"Dad. Please." He begged. The look in his eyes brought me back to that
little boy I loved more than life itself. The boy I had to protect.
Something moved in the room behind him. He heard it too and closed his
eyes sighing.

"Who is in there? You know you're not supposed to have girls over if
I'm not home." A million thoughts flashed through my mind, but what I
didn't expect was to push his door open and find Doug Blevins, my son's
football coach putting on his underwear.

"Shit!" Doug said.

"What the fuck?"

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